Fragmentalize.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's the genesis of freedom that hides deep in my

mind. The words float across the parchment, and it pours

throughout the grain. All of this; it reads like a vapor,

splitting my lips in two.  As I speak, the narration cuts deep.  

Every vowel thickens my veins. Remarkable; how my ideas

begin to spill over. Baptized by inspiration, as the voracity

spills across an empty page. The syllables penetrate my changing

skin. I see it transpire; the letters fragmentalize.  Nouns, verbs,

and adjectives, bleeding a new passage with my fingertips.  I

trace the font that flirts Bookman Old Style, and Lucida Console.

There's a magic; a gravitational pull, my mortal embodiment

begins to whittle off.  Blending into the book that cradles

my ideas, dreams, and secrets. Falling away; an evaporation of

physical self.  The mystery that surrounds me, carries me

with an elegant lucidity.  I can finally rest my ghost,

                                                           

                                                                          upon

                                                              

                                                                                the

                                                                                

                                                                    EMPTY                        

                                                                         

                                                                               shelf.....

 

Author's Note

This is how I feel....when I can write. It becomes physical...spiritual.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the artwork and the strong words. Writing is my pleasure also. Take me away to better places and free me for a moment to wander in words and thoughts.
"The syllables penetrate my changing
skin. I see it transpire; the letters fragmentalize. Nouns, verbs,
and adjectives, bleeding a new passage with my fingertips. "
Powerful description made the poem a great pleasure to read.
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Cassie Fraga]

OOOHHHH MY!!! this leaves me aww struck!! you have penned this perfectly...expressing the drives, emotions, images, questions, truth, intrests, sweet imagination... that grasps each of us as we write... taking us on, in, out, upside, downside, every which way that can be takin on whatever it is we write about!! thank you for sharing such a mutual feeling in all of us writers!!
**tips my lyrical wand to you** then **high-fives the screen**
i appreciate this!!!

[An owl on the moon]

Powerful, like drinking liquid inspiration... You paint the images of the mind when it awakens to a life of its own.. the song that pours from one under the influence of words... Amazing...

[Michael X]

Your words become you, this is most astonishing and transporting my friend,
it's as good as it gets! Thanks for sharing the inspiration :)

[Art]

nice view of those moments when we immerse ourselves beyond the physical, through the spiritual..into the unknown capacity of our Soul...the mind is just the tool at our fingertips...

[Jeremy Baker]

I'm not surprised you feel this way; to create art like this must be indescribable joy! Beautiful writing.

[Jeffrey]

I initially read this on your profile and I just had to find it to rate and review! The imagery and flow that you use along with your word choice and photo choice are excellent. I cannot wait to read more of your works!
Also, I wanted to say that the way you ended this was PERFECT!!! It is the same for me and I am sure many writers will agree with your ringing sentiment; when it's/we're done, we rest it/ourselves on an empty shelf.
Exceptionally well done! This was a joy to read.

[Luke Ritta]

loved the way the poem looked and what it said.
good work

[Priscilla Sayers]

Yes. I know exactly what you mean and you expressed it well. Vivid. Nice.
Great write!

[Shy Girl]

I LOVE THE PIC!!!! Your words reflect that picture very well. All seems so tight and together at first, as in the bottom of your pic, then slowly you take it apart, into the pieces you see them as. I like this very much. I may be reading it backwards, so to speak, because then you connect them again in your mind. But they never really quite get there, EMPTY shelf, as you wrote. You write just fine to me. Physical or spiritual, or just about what is in the moment. I loved this piece of yours thanks. I LOVE THE PIC!!!!!!!! :)

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

That's very deep. I love the words you chose and the way you write. You're very talented.